Losing My Dad

May 1st, 2007 was the day my life changed forever. My dad had been fighting metastatic squamous cell carcinoma for over a year. Life became a whirlwind. I was an eight year old watching my dad die right before my eyes. The daily 5am hospital trips became the norm quicker than I thought. The worst day had to of been when he tried to unplug his oxygen machine, his lifeline. Soon enough he was in the intensive care unit where I couldn't see him. I missed spending every weekend with him. I remember the last thing I said to him was that lost another tooth.. he told me to scram. I was heartbroken. When I found out he was gone I didn't process it. Nothing hit until the funeral. This was six years ago, and I can't move on.